My Hair Disaster!

This is all about the time I ended up with pink/blonde roots and burgundy ends! YES you read that right!

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This is the only photo I could find with my pink roots – but it doesn’t give it justice, thank god!

For us girls, our hair – as much as we like to deny it, is a big aspect of our appearance. We love to take care of it, colour it, cut it and play around with different styles, so when it goes wrong it’s very much a big deal – it’s kind of like having a big spot on your face – Everyone will pretend they don’t see something majorly wrong, but we all know the problem, its right…there! And sadly, it’s an unspoken etiquette that I’ve experienced all too well.

So if you didn’t already know, I’ve had dreadlocks for about 8 years (take a look at my recent hair post) – and very recently cut them into a lob – the length and weight of my hair was just too much.

Anywho, one day I decided to dye my hair red! I love seeing coloured dreads and I just wanted a change. Throughout my childhood my parents never really let me experiment with my hair, which is why I thought I’d finally give it a go.

Once I decided on the shade of red I wanted (I think it was postbox by Schwarzkopf), I visited my usual hairdresser, who I don’t actually think is a trained hair colour specialist, but I did it anyway and it looked bomb! I was so happy!DSC01245

Being a red head was all I imagined lol, I constantly got compliments, even got a new nickname – rasta red! But very soon I learned it was too much to maintain.
I was colouring my hair too often in order to keep its deep colour, which led to my hair becoming super damaged.

I decided to leave the colour for a few months, while treating my hair, using natural products and Jamaican Castor Oil, which really thickened up mu roots.

Skip forward, I had a holiday to Barbados coming up and wanted to have my hair colour popping again, so I booked an appointment to bleach my dark brown roots so the red colour would catch and then colour the rest of my hair.

Well. What a mistake that was.

You know when you sit in the chair and you just don’t feel confident. Like you know something’s up.

All I remember was looking in the mirror and seeing blondey/ginger roots. Errrrm is it meant to be like this? “Yeah, yeah it will be fine, just wait ‘til I put the colour on” – was what my hairdresser replied. To be honest I should have known it could only end badly.

Instead, I decided to stay put and watch my hair being put to the test.

You know when you just don’t know what to do – cry, laugh, refuse to pay?

I left the shop in utter shame, no confidence and a greasy head, smh!
My roots were pink with blonde baby hairs and burgundy ends, three tones in one.

I knew it was game over as everyone on the bus home was just giving me that sympathetic look.

I went to Barbados looking ‘interesting’ to say the least. Everyone told me it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was but talking to my sister about it, and now she actually admits that it was terrible – thanks sis x

I guess the moral of the story is go to a qualified colourist and listen to your gut feeling!

I can obviously laugh at this now, but it’s taken so much for my hair to get back to normal, although I am thinking of colouring my hair again… what can I say, I’m a gluten for punishment.

I know I’m not alone though, what dire hair mishaps have you been through, I really want to hear your stories, I can’t be alone on this one. x

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